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The mystery behind Green Door
I went to Green Door on Wednesday and it’s all I’ve been able to think about since.
When you walk in, it’s like you’re whisked away to another world, another century even. It has all the fixings of a turn-of-the-century French castle with red velvet couches, green and gold curtains, chandeliers, a stone fireplace, regal portraits, museum-worthy murals and walls that have been painted in earth tones to give the impression of age. It also has a secretive and mysterious vibe; a bit like the game Clue, but instead of searching for “who done it," the impeccably dressed crowd is looking for who they want to do. The other night, most of the girls were in dresses and the dudes were dapper in vests, pinstriped shirts, skinny ties and loafers—very Jude Law in "The Talented Mr. Ripley."
Here's a quick look inside, though my DIY pics don't do it justice!
With regulars like Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Bosworth, getting in is not easy, but I’m pretty sure that a dinner reservation is a ticket past the velvet rope. The food (available until 1 a.m.) looks good too, especially the crepes and the steak frites.
On a side note:
There's a hair iron for use in the bathroom. Confusing, yes, but I kind of love that you can fix your hair on the fly.
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